Bullet Dancer (costs 5 points): Riv gains extraordinary prowess, allowing him to know where opponents are gonna shoot. Thus he may actually dodge bullets. This is not Matrix-style bullet dodging, rather he sees where the opponent aims and he knows which trajectory the bullet(s) will have. His wit and reflexes will then aid him in survival.

This skill acts as a trump card against the GM declaring that you are dead; "He aims, shoots aaaand... hot d**n, you are dead".

As long as you can see the shooter (if it is not immediately clear that you see him, make a spot hidden check), you can attempt to dodge his bullets.

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Duck & Cover (costs 5 points): Riv has uncanny reflexes and will immediately find any crook and cranny to hind in when there is an explosive blast nearby. Nukes and nades have never been easier to survive! (Halves damage on failed dodging, negates any damage on a successful evade)

Riv appears as a compact, well muscled man. His has close cropped sandy blond hair and no beard or mustache. His eyes are a vague grey-blue. He is reasonably good looking and would be more so, if it were not for the scars on his face and hands. Severe burns, long healed, have left their mark.

On horseback, he wears a long, garish robe, an odd metal helmet, and a heavy metal breastplate. A shotgun hangs near his hand.

Background

His people had thought themselves lucky at first. Went It came, they were out in the desert, enjoying their festival. The commune of hippies, silicon-valley type nerds, and others were aware of the tense world politics, but this place was where they could forget, at least for a while. Here they were free.

No one bombed deserts without value, and this is what allowed them to survive the Armageddon. When it came, all of their wireless trinkets failed, and the EMP detonations ruined much of what was left. They were alive, but in a bleak desert. At first their society was organized and hopeful – they would rebuild and the world would be better this time.

This sentiment lasted a scant few years as the horrid reality settled in. With too many people for too little resources, murder and later cannibalism shattered their innocent dream. Those that survived eventually established a small, but thriving community, a far cry from their hopes, but better then most. The quality of their genes – intelligence and artistry, served the survivors well.

Riv did not know this, however, his people lived for the day and kept few memories beyond a generation. But he carried forth one artifact of his origins- the reverence for the Burning Man.